My Poems

Do You Know What You've Done?

Seeing the world, babe,
on the picture you posted
makes my stomach churn,
my head heavy,
and my heart drop to the floor.

Hearing you're spoken for
cuts me up inside,
makes me want to puke,
cry,
and scream.

You've settled yourself
in my mind,
made a home
with a bed of my emotions.
You've crawled under
the covers to say goodnight.
Yet you don't sleep.
You're awake all night,
here to taunt,
here to haunt,
here to stay.

Don't you know
it's rude to
get inside someone's head
and mess with their feelings?

That's mental abuse,
in a way;
unintentionally getting
someone to fall for you
just so you can rip it all away.
So you can pull on
their heartstrings as you please
like a puppeteer.

Everyone got my hopes up,
so high
they broke the sky.
But you had to go and
push me down
to the ground.

Without knowing it,
you held me in the palm
of your hand.
You could have easily
balled me up in your fist,
crushed me beneath your fingers.
And that's exactly what you did.